Cal's Flying Car

Today, something really weird happened. I mean, once I could understand, but twice is a little scary...Cal talked to me again. I didn't even talk to him first, I mean HE talked to ME. HE talked to ME. 

Cal sat next to me again today in class, and he leaned over and asked me if my father had really whipped me last night. What kind of question was that? Of course he did. Though I suppose I can understand Cal's doubt, a girl who never speaks with no friends suddenly declares her father hits her, it's not difficult to see why Cal would have a hard time believing me. He probably thinks I'm crazy like my sister, honestly I'm not even sure that I shouldn't have gone with her. 

I showed Cal my bruises today. When he asked if my father really whipped me...I just showed him. I didn't mean to, but I can't hold this secret inside anymore, I can feel my sanity slowly slipping away from me, piece by piece. There's only so much a girl can keep to herself before it begins to eat her up from the inside, I saw my sister slowly deteriorate, I can't let that happen again. Not to me...

Cal's eyes grew real large when I showed him the welts, I wasn't entirely sure why because my father had been in a better mood than usual yesterday. I'd carried much worse marks that the ones I showed Cal, but he looked like someone had just given him a flying car and told him it was free. That's when Cal looked at me in a way no one has ever looked at me before. His eyes gave me this look that told me he believed me. And in that moment, I didn't feel so insane anymore.


Cody